Peanut Butter Week : Light
Peanut Butter #7. Light and Soft Serve 19/50 : Rocky Road #7. Holy Place
with Gummy Bunnies, Cookie Crumbs and Malt
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Word Count : 681
Malt Prompt : Mod Appreciatiion 2010 from Miyabi - and I might change my tune but you'll never change my mind 'cause I'm workin' on a miracle tonight - Dayna Manning, "Miracle"
Gummy Prompt : 500themes #19. fragmented truths
Cookie Crumbs : Rhyme or Reason
I ran out of wedding vows, so the last two are montages around the temple and the gods. Light for the good guys, dark for the bad. Segments are not in chronological order.
round the chamber you and me
“So, this is where you lived?” says Lyssa, and she’s a bit taken aback when her voice reverberates off the temple walls. “Before Ski came to whisk you off to this glamorous life of smiting corpses.”
“For a while, yes.” It may be a tour of his world, but she’s the one leading the way, while he quietly follows behind, looking as if he doesn’t wish to intrude.
“Feels like they’re staring at you.” The feeling hit her as soon as she walked through the doors and she just can’t shake it. Every statue in the ring seems pointed her way, no matter where she steps. “I mean, I always kind of feel like the altars are looking at me, but here… especially her.” She aims a finger at the mismatched altar to the rear. “How often do you even see a temple where Death stands with the rest? Like she thinks she belongs.”
through the arch and 'cross the stream
“Run!” the man yells. “Run for the doors.”
Mara’s not sure she can move, much less run. “It’s a building… in the middle of a battle. That wasn’t here a moment ago!”
“No, it wasn’t. Now, get inside it!”
She’s not sure how a building can pop in and out of existence like this, but it’s hardly any stranger than the man beside her, who’s still slicing demons twenty feet away into ribbons with an axe that hasn’t left the ground at his feet.
“What about you?” she asks, though she’s already tensing for the sprint.
The man laughs, a hearty rumble that rolls through his thick frame. “I’ll be fine,” he says. “And I think I’ll likely see you again.”
bring your paints and bring your light
“You’re not using that stuff here,” says Lyssa, hands on her hips, glowering down at the forms Kairn’s been chalking on the floor.
“What stuff?” says Kairn, without so much as a pause.
“Your dark magic.”
Kairn swallows a laugh. “It’s the same damn thing you do. I just don’t have the luxury of carrying my own god around with me, so I have to draw things first.”
She mulls that over for a moment before asking, “So, what’s it do?”
“Lets us know if someone’s coming,” he says, placing the last few strokes.
“Hmph. Don’t you have one that would just fry them instead?”
“And who was accusing who of dark magic?”
turning circles through the night
“Did I hear you right?” says Reida. “You need three hearts?”
Tristan’s not sure he should answer, but if he’s going to keep asking her for parts, she’s going to figure it out sooner or later. “Yes.”
“Three hearts… for three bodies?” She’s all teeth and he’s seriously regretting asking her for help once again.
“Can you make them for me?”
“Easily.” She’s turning away, and he’s just about ready to breathe easy again when she says, “Earth, water and fire, right?”
“It is their will.”
past the gate where voices flow
You need not be so sad.
I didn’t think you cared. Rune’s not sure why she’s picked this moment to get chatty. She hasn’t said a word in weeks, and he supposes he should be more receptive, but he can’t really shake the feeling he’s been used.
I do not like to see my gifts wasted.
I’m not wasting them, I’m trying to figure out how to use them. And I’m not sad, I’m just… lonely.
I am here.
You could try being here more often.
with your hand you bring them home
Sham steps into his place among the lines, and Mara into hers, and the sigils roar into effect. It’s not like the times before. There’s no voice, no touch from the gods, just the cold, hollow buzz that swells to thunder in his head.
The air is thick, too dense to breathe. Light sweeps through the rings in waves, gold and green. And then, with a crack, it’s gone, all of it, and Mara’s turning to him, dazed.
“Did it work?” she says.
with Gummy Bunnies, Cookie Crumbs and Malt
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Word Count : 681
Malt Prompt : Mod Appreciatiion 2010 from Miyabi - and I might change my tune but you'll never change my mind 'cause I'm workin' on a miracle tonight - Dayna Manning, "Miracle"
Gummy Prompt : 500themes #19. fragmented truths
Cookie Crumbs : Rhyme or Reason
I ran out of wedding vows, so the last two are montages around the temple and the gods. Light for the good guys, dark for the bad. Segments are not in chronological order.
round the chamber you and me
“So, this is where you lived?” says Lyssa, and she’s a bit taken aback when her voice reverberates off the temple walls. “Before Ski came to whisk you off to this glamorous life of smiting corpses.”
“For a while, yes.” It may be a tour of his world, but she’s the one leading the way, while he quietly follows behind, looking as if he doesn’t wish to intrude.
“Feels like they’re staring at you.” The feeling hit her as soon as she walked through the doors and she just can’t shake it. Every statue in the ring seems pointed her way, no matter where she steps. “I mean, I always kind of feel like the altars are looking at me, but here… especially her.” She aims a finger at the mismatched altar to the rear. “How often do you even see a temple where Death stands with the rest? Like she thinks she belongs.”
through the arch and 'cross the stream
“Run!” the man yells. “Run for the doors.”
Mara’s not sure she can move, much less run. “It’s a building… in the middle of a battle. That wasn’t here a moment ago!”
“No, it wasn’t. Now, get inside it!”
She’s not sure how a building can pop in and out of existence like this, but it’s hardly any stranger than the man beside her, who’s still slicing demons twenty feet away into ribbons with an axe that hasn’t left the ground at his feet.
“What about you?” she asks, though she’s already tensing for the sprint.
The man laughs, a hearty rumble that rolls through his thick frame. “I’ll be fine,” he says. “And I think I’ll likely see you again.”
bring your paints and bring your light
“You’re not using that stuff here,” says Lyssa, hands on her hips, glowering down at the forms Kairn’s been chalking on the floor.
“What stuff?” says Kairn, without so much as a pause.
“Your dark magic.”
Kairn swallows a laugh. “It’s the same damn thing you do. I just don’t have the luxury of carrying my own god around with me, so I have to draw things first.”
She mulls that over for a moment before asking, “So, what’s it do?”
“Lets us know if someone’s coming,” he says, placing the last few strokes.
“Hmph. Don’t you have one that would just fry them instead?”
“And who was accusing who of dark magic?”
turning circles through the night
“Did I hear you right?” says Reida. “You need three hearts?”
Tristan’s not sure he should answer, but if he’s going to keep asking her for parts, she’s going to figure it out sooner or later. “Yes.”
“Three hearts… for three bodies?” She’s all teeth and he’s seriously regretting asking her for help once again.
“Can you make them for me?”
“Easily.” She’s turning away, and he’s just about ready to breathe easy again when she says, “Earth, water and fire, right?”
“It is their will.”
past the gate where voices flow
You need not be so sad.
I didn’t think you cared. Rune’s not sure why she’s picked this moment to get chatty. She hasn’t said a word in weeks, and he supposes he should be more receptive, but he can’t really shake the feeling he’s been used.
I do not like to see my gifts wasted.
I’m not wasting them, I’m trying to figure out how to use them. And I’m not sad, I’m just… lonely.
I am here.
You could try being here more often.
with your hand you bring them home
Sham steps into his place among the lines, and Mara into hers, and the sigils roar into effect. It’s not like the times before. There’s no voice, no touch from the gods, just the cold, hollow buzz that swells to thunder in his head.
The air is thick, too dense to breathe. Light sweeps through the rings in waves, gold and green. And then, with a crack, it’s gone, all of it, and Mara’s turning to him, dazed.
“Did it work?” she says.